Poetry Appearing in Poetry In Motion® Portland

Scarecrow

Remember her strapped to the air,
her grey dress flapping a little?The field mice ran beneath her feet
learning new technologies.I don't scare anybody, she complained,
smiling, a nest on her head.Which was how much I loved her,
all through the harvest
and dismantling.I am the morning dove
who nests in the gutter.I am singing sadly to the barn.